Camping is Cool

I love camping!

Here are a few reasons why:

• Lounging all day long on the beach with some of the best folks you'd ever hope to meet. 
• Looking out onto the vast expanse of nothing but sandy beach. I wish I could convey in pictures or in words how beautiful this landscape looks to me. Being a born and bred Downeaster, I'm used to shorelines of the rockier variety. To walk, run and skip on nothing but sand seems almost surreal.
• Watching the "camp kids" race across a practically empty, early morning beach at low tide. They somehow magically manage to shed their clothes while at the same time racing like maniacs toward the sea. I loved spending that hour or so with them. They raced excitedly from one wonder to the next, lost in their own adventure while I observed them from afar, (who could keep up?) sipping my camp coffee.
• The fact that our campsite was this year's "hot spot". Each year we sort of choose a central campsite where we do the majority of our cooking and gathering. This year it was us. 
• Seeing Kieran race around with the big kids, and watching how they treat him with such kindness.
• Laughing with friends around a campfire late into the night.
• Camp food. We don't just settle for hotdogs and hamburgers (although they're always on hand in generous supply). Our group includes some very adventurous camp cooks. Fried rice, salmon, spam casserole (that's right, you heard me), marinated organic chicken breasts, steak, and pasta w/sausage and fresh veggies. We were even treated to a cast iron skillet of wild chanterelle mushrooms sauteed in butter that were foraged in the forest (how cool is that?). We all stuffed ourselves silly.
• Being completely leisurely. There are no hard and fast rules when you're camping!
• Listening to your friends and your husband play "Two Truths and a Lie" while you are supposed to be asleep in your tent. Very informative...

Camp kids. Kieran's cheek is stuffed with cherries!

I kept finding these man-made structures of rock and wood. Actually, three to be exact. They intrigued me for some reason, so I had to take pics of each one.

The water is not really that much warmer here. I mean, we're only about one and a half hours away from home. But somehow the war just feels a little warmer. I think it's all that sand...

 

 

From the beach, you're looking at New River Island. And on a truly clear day (which it was, the first day we were there) we could see all the way to Grand Manan Island.

 

Chanterelles. They were beautiful. I'm not a mushroom lover, but I had to try them.

  

A pic of my new summer hat (oh yeah, and that's me in the dark glasses).

Part of the provincial park includes a system of trails, some leading you through boggy areas. Pictured here are a pitcher plant and a baked apple berry plant.

The walking trails consisted mostly of boardwalk trails like these, which made our hike seem somehow extra special. I loved walking on boardwalks as a kid, and I still find them a treat!

Here we all are!

 For those of you who are interested, we were camping at New River Beach in New Brunswick, Canada. It's a lovely provincial campground with woodsy camping sites, many of which feel (and are) cozy and private. You have complete access to the gorgeous beach. There's even a cool playground and a little place to get snacks. Check out this link for more info and photos. I would encourage this spot for any of you looking for a family friendly  place to camp.

Now to finish unpacking all that camping gear that's still sitting in the mudroom...

I hope you and your families indulge in a little camping adventure this summer!

Around and About

This is just a (photo-heavy) post of random photos I've taken this past week.

A view of my living room, dining area, and my feet.

Rafi and Anne's chicken, Blaise. She's been sitting on fertilized eggs (not her own) for a long time now. Her broody behavior paid off this week. I don't think the count is quite in yet, but at least two or three baby chicks (that we know of) have hatched successfully. A minute before I snapped this photo, a little black and cream head was peeping out from under its mama. Way to go, Blaise!

As we were headed off to what turned out to be a lovely party at Tide Mill Organic Farm, Anne turned around and this is what she saw. Now, neither of them look too happy in this snapshot, but I can assure you that there were lots of smiles and happiness going on. I'm glad Cecelia and Kieran are becoming friends.

Dear Anne and Cecelia. Aren't they beautiful?

Heron's got that rugged, mountain man look going for him this summer. Well, actually, he sports that look most of the time, come to think of it...But doesn't he wear it well?!!

That face.

Note to self: Please remember never to take photos in the middle of the day. At any rate, this is our overgrown garden. Weeds, and veggies, in plentiful supply. Our gardening style? I'd say relaxed. Extremely relaxed.

Daniel has taken to napping on my fabric. Bad kitty! Now I have to re-wash it all. Ah well, I'm not doing much sewing these days, anyway. It's too nice to be inside. Winter will be upon us soon and I'll be itching to get back to my machine on a more regular basis.

Kieran asked to take a portrait of his mom and dad. This is it.

The flowers, especially the daylillies, really brighten up the place. Look at that pink astilbe!

Kieran makes  a "funny face" for the camera. I have so much to teach this child...

This is the way my workspace looks today. Is it any wonder sewing holds no appeal for me right now? If any of you have photos/links to your workspace, I'd LOVE to see them! Yes, I'm nosy and love to see how people live. What can I say?

We are headed out tomorrow to New Brunswick, Canada for a weekend camping extravaganza. This is an annual trip that we take with a group of our wonderful friends. I'm not usually one who thinks a group vacation is a good idea, but we always have such a blast! We're on our third year, and we always look forward to it. I'll get back at you with the deets and some pics next week. I know you're all going to want to camp at New River Beach when you see what kind of crazy good time we had! Actually, my version of a good time might not blow your mind, unless your mind is blown by beach side knitting (I think I'm going to knit myself a poncho or a shrug); beach side reading and chatting with friends; quiet, contemplative walks on the beach; and beach side bocce ball (this game can get pretty heated, depending on who is playing).

Anyway, away we go...!

Transformation

An important part of a thrifty, frugal, and simple lifestyle is seeing the potential of things. You need to be able to look beyond chipped paint and dirt smudges. Our house is a case in point.

BEFORE

Other couples might have passed up the chance to purchase a house covered in unattractive asbestos shingles painted baby blue. Coupled with bright pink trim, the house hurt my eyes. Ugh! But the view, the yard, and oh, just the potential of it all! And now, thanks to lots of work (my husband can do pretty much anything, I'm convinced!) that blue and pink monstrosity now  looks like this!

AFTER

And our yard looks like this!

 And our view (oh, that view) looks like this!

It's all about the potential!

So when I spied a raggedy looking wooden bookcase at my local thrift shop, I did a double take. First of all, I'm always on the lookout for wooden bookcases. They are so handy, and so hard to find. This one looked a little rough, but the size was perfect.  When I gave it the "lift and wobble" test to see how sturdy it was, I was pleasantly surprised by the heft of it. It appeared extremely sturdy and quite heavy. After consulting with my two girlfriends, we decided that it was indeed worth the ten dollar asking price. Not as good a deal as my two dollar chair, but a reasonable asking price, nonetheless.

Now, along with the ability to see the potential in something, you must be willing to follow through with a little elbow grease as well. So, when I got the bookcase home I immediately set to work (which is highly unusual for me, but I had an afternoon's worth of free time). I enlisted Heron's help to screw the beadboard-like backing more securely into place. Then I sanded and scraped down the areas of flaking paint (being careful to catch it all on a tarp in case any of the paint was lead-based). On to priming.

I had some yellow tinted primer left over from another household project.

I decided that this bookcase would live in our bedroom, at least for the time being. So I painted it the same color as all the other furniture in the room, a deep purple.

Transformed! In the span of an afternoon I had a very cool bookcase!

Keeping my eyes open for things that I want or need has become sort of a game for me. It almost never fails that when I 'm looking for that specific item, it will appear to me at one of my thrift store haunts, or a friend or neighbor is looking to rid themselves of that item. I never feel that I settle for items of inferior quality or things that I don't really care for. On the contrary. I just have to do a little more legwork, use a little more elbow grease, and be a little more patient. 

The life of a frugal, thrifty, and crafty housewife. Such an adventure!

Matroyoshkas, Masks, and One Proud Mama

Please meet my first set of Matroyoshka dolls.

Aren't these ladies sweet?

A month or two ago, I was browsing in a little junk/antique shop downtown called Really Bad Antiques (!). I spotted this set of nesting dolls in the glass case. After playing around with them for a bit, I decided to put them back. It was around the same time that I had developed an interest in the matroyoshka and had created a couple of items based on them (this, this, and this). But, I decided I could live without them. 

On a stroll downtown this week, I happened to be in the shop again doing some browsing. Lo and behold, my girls were still in their glass case. I had thought about them often, and decided I'd give them another look. They are certainly not the flashiest matryoshkas I've ever seen. Far from it, in fact. They're a little faded. But those faces. So sweet! And I love their swirly spirals of hair, too. At any rate, you guessed it! They are now enjoying their new home on my kitchen windowsill above the sink. They seem quite content, and their serene faces silently encourage me when I'm doing some of my least favorite chores. When it comes to cleaning the kitchen, I need all the encouragement I can get!

 Today being Wednesday, Kieran and I followed our usual routine of heading over to the Peavy Library for Story Time. Our lovely librarian (and one of my bestest buds), Dana, reads a story then conducts some sort of art project. Today the story was Dandelion by Don Freeman. The kids then made lion masks. Well, they made masks, but they sort of listened to their own artistic muses when it came to the mask making. Fortunately, our Dana, a brilliant artist in her own rite, never adheres to any hard and fast rules when it comes to art making with our kids. Unfortunately, I think Kieran's artistic muse was Jason from the Friday the 13th movies! Eek!

See what I mean?  

 Last night, Heron has the opportunity to play at a Music on the Green series in Calais. Each Tuesday a different band performs at the lovely gazebo right in the middle of town. There's always an enthusiastic crowd gathered on the large green lawn, and the kids are generally running wild and having a ball.

Last night, Kieran and I decided we'd tag along and see Heron play with his band, High Tide (yeah, yeah, I know...). Usually when we attend an event like this we have plenty of friends floating around. But not last night. As we settled down to listen to the music, I could tell Kieran was a little disappointed. He quickly decided he would scope the place out to see if in fact any of his friends were there. I watched him wander the perimeter, scanning for familiar faces. Unsuccessful in his search, he sat back down and listened to the music for a bit. By this time, kids has started to form their usual gang and were running around playing tag. It wasn't long before Kieran said to me, "I'm going to go ask them if I can play." And off he went. There was no hesitation. He didn't discuss it with me, or agonize over whether or not he should or shouldn't join those kids. He simply did it. Within a minute, he was one of those kids running and having a great time, a huge smile on his face.

I must tell you that I may never have been so proud of Kieran as at that moment. As much as it hurts to let him go (as I lamented in this post) this is the kind of behavior that a parent dreams about. Or at least, I do. He showed a confidence and bravery I'm not sure I possessed at his age. And I love the fact that when he saw other kids having fun, he didn't just sit there. He took action. It was just me and Patrick for the rest of the night. Luckily, having a dog is a great ice breaker, so I made some friends, too!

In other news, I ordered a new camera yesterday! I'm so excited! The one I'm using was purchased for me by my sweet dad way back in 2003. It has served me well, but it's time for an upgrade. I'm looking forward to learning how to use this new gizmo. I'm getting a little less techno-phobic with age, I think. I must be developing that thing called "patience" I've heard so much about. Go figure! Maybe I'm actually growing up, too!

Life is Sweet at the Beach

Life has been simple here on Moose Island this week. We've been keeping ourselves at the beach pretty much nonstop. We're on a role here with this blissful weather. It was even downright sticky at times. But I barely noticed, cause I was at the beach.

Primarily, we hang out at the beach directly across the road and down the hill from our house. We are blessed with wonderful neighbors who are happy for us to hang out there. We refer to this beach always as "Reggie's Beach", named after one of said neighbors (who will never, ever be allowed to move if I have anything to say about it!). And the other beach we frequent is on the South End of the island. We refer to this as "Chris and Connie's Beach", named after good friends of ours who live right next door to this lovely little stretch of sandy coastline. Many folks in town bring their dogs to run on this beach, or search for sand dollars or beach glass. Or maybe just while away a pleasant afternoon with friends, as I am lucky to do so often, watching our children make up their own seaside games, create sculptures from beach clay, and dig for clams.  

This summer, I have pretty much forsaken most regular household routines and creative pursuits to hang out at the beach and spend time with my friends. The dishes are often left till later. Laundry in its various stages is left in piles. But Mother Nature is speaking to me. She wants us to enjoy what she has to offer. And I am listening!

Heron has been taking quite a few dips at Reggie's Beach this season. This past week the tide has been cooperating quite nicely, its high mark coming right around three or so in the afternoon. It's the perfect time to take a swim. On one of these particular late afternoon dips this week, as the three of us slowly, slowly walked up the hill back to the house, I remarked that this slow, easy march felt so much like the pace of our summer.  We talked of how lucky Kieran is to have these sunny beachside days spent with family and good friends. We are helping to create special, and maybe even magical, childhood memories for him. I have such wonderful childhood memories of days spent near water. I love the idea that he will be able to look back on his own childhood and remember that when he wanted to go to the beach, Mama and Daddy were (almost always) happy to oblige!

Kieran at Chris & Connie's Beach

Patrick actually swims! What a champ!

Lindy's shadow

Kieran is creating a foundation for who-knows-what with beach clay and beach bricks.

Lindy's toes and her other shadow of the furry variety.

 

On this particular day we were observing a sailboat race. Heron was crewing on one of the boats.

My beach-loving boy.

I am not spending my summer surrounded by or steeped in any sort of serious conflict. I am unconcerned with trying to challenge myself or matters of personal growth.  Quite simply, I just want to have FUN! I want to do the things that please me. To take absolute pleasure in my family and friends. To help my son make beautiful, beachside memories. Ahhhh. How I just dearly love this summer.

put a bird on it!

Okay, so I've got a thing for skirts lately. But it is summer, after all. And I honestly don't remember the last time I wore jeans. Well, that's not completely true. But they didn't stay on for very long. It's just been too warm in these here parts, believe it or not! Yes, this simply dreamy weather is positively, absolutely conducive to skirt wearing. And while I have thrifted many cute little tops this summer, I'm not as well stocked in the "bottoms" department. So, why not make my own? I've already had success with this little number.  Why not duplicate it with fabric I found at Marden's (for a mere $1.99/yard)? And, why not put a bird on it?!

Not a great picture, but you get the general idea!

"Put a bird on it!"
At  the expense of making my obsession with bird motifs seem absolutely lame, I beg you to watch this clip from Portlandia. It is amusing.

Lots of artsy things going on around the island this weekend (actually, when AREN'T artsy things going on in Eastport?). In addition to the artwalk and concert (music by The Fieldguides) at the gorgeous new downtown amphitheater,  Kieran and I attended the Noel Paul Stookey show at the Eastport Arts Center. He did a special kids concert in the afternoon, which really was fun. What song rounded out the show? You guessed it. Good 'ole "Puff the Magic Dragon"! Heron had the opportunity to act as Stookey's sound engineer for the evening show and thoroughly enjoyed himself. Stookey was a cool guy, and Heron thought his music was pretty amazing.

On another, and possibly equally pathetic note as my bird motif fetish, is my obsession with Moose Island Bakery. My near daily pilgrimage to this new downtown establishment has become a little ridiculous. I'm almost embarrassed when I swing that heavy door open and immediately start drooling as I ogle the goods yet again! On a more positive note, I've really picked up my running schedule. Eat a danish, run four miles...

Now, go put a bird on something!

A Sweater for Raven

As I mentioned in my last post, I spent a wonderfully lazy day knitting a wee baby cardigan. I thought some of you might like to see how it turned out.

For those of you who are interested, this is the Easy Baby Cardigan from the book More Last-Minute Knitted Gifts by Joelle Hoverson.

I love the seed stitch detailing on the button band and cuffs. I found these sweet mother-of-pearl vintage buttons at my local thrift shop.

A did a little steam blocking of the sweater today. While lounging on the beach with my friends this afternoon, I attached the buttons. It will go into a box and be shipped off to the the newborn babe it was created for, little Raven Pearl. Isn't that the best name?!

There's something so wonderful about making something FOR someone. Sure, it's great to just make something. I love just making stuff. But when you make a gift for someone, you have lots of time to think about that special someone. You might think about good times you've spent together. Or how much you love that person and what they mean to you. It's almost a way of praying for that person, or meditating on that person. It is my hope that with each stitch, your best intentions and wishes for those that will make use of the gift are magically transferred into whatever it is you are making. "Made with love" doesn't sound so corny to me anymore.

So while I was knitting up this little sweater for a girl I had yet to meet and had yet to be born, I thought about how very fond I am of her parents, what a wonderful life she will have, how she will be absolutely loved and adored by so many. And just for a little bit, I can help to keep her cozy and warm.